The birth of an actor

Chapter 31 Two flames on two shoulders, the flames do not sway.

"Don't worry, your mission is complete. Here you go."

"Thank you, Sister Sha."

Anxin politely accepted the envelope, but didn't open it. Instead, she bowed deeply to the pervert.
"Thank you for your guidance, Sister Sha."

"Ah."

Sister Sha smiled and responded, then suddenly reached out and pinched Anxin's cheek:

"I'll contact you again next time I need work. Do you have a business card?"

"Uh...no. I was dragged here by Fan Bing..."

"Then hurry up and make a few boxes. With your looks, you'll never have to worry about not getting acting roles in the future."

"Okay, then I'll make it and send it to you, Sister Sha."

"Yes, this is my business card."

Anxin took it and put it in her pocket. Looking at Fan Bing, she asked:

"Sister Sha, is it over for her?"

"She doesn't. She'll be moving to another place after dinner. You should go home if you're not busy."

"Uh... ok."

As soon as she finished speaking, her face was pinched again.

Anxinxin says you're sick in the head...

But the fat old woman turned around and left.

Only after she left did Anxin open the envelope.

Five cards, no more, no less, just right.

Wow, this job is much better than going to work.

But he didn't rush to leave; instead, he went into the dressing room.

Fan Bingbing is touching up her makeup inside.

Upon seeing the envelope in An Xin's hand, Fan Bing understood. Her face remained expressionless, but her lips moved slightly.
"Are you done?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you?"

"I don't know how late it will be. You can go back first after you're done."

"it is good."

Anxin didn't refuse, but simply asked:
What are you going to eat tonight?

"We should have meal tickets soon."

"Ah."

Upon hearing this, he said no more and turned to leave.

After returning home, having sweated a lot in the afternoon, he immediately lit the stove, boiled a large pot of water, and then greeted Sui Xi in the front yard, indicating that he was going to take a shower and shouldn't come to the back yet.

After spending the past few days together, he had come to understand Sui Xi's personality.

They are reliable and don't cause much trouble.

I also chatted with Uncle Li that day. He mainly serves customers in Jishuitan. It's not just about selling gifts for patients; he also handles some work directly with doctors. Although he didn't go into details, An Xin understood.

Therefore, there aren't many customers in the store.

Sui Xi's days were quite leisurely.

After closing the door, he draped a sheet over the clothesline, then took two pots of water and began to wash himself.

After washing and cooling down, wisps of steam began to rise from the earthenware pot on the stove.

The aroma of the free-range chicken gradually wafted through the air.

Back inside, he turned on the fan and, while enjoying the breeze, reminisced about everything that had happened that afternoon.

It just feels fresh and interesting; even if you encounter a pervert, it's still a memory worth remembering.

To be an actor... haha.

That's really quite interesting.

With that in mind, he simply went out the door and rode his bike all the way to the music and video store.

After going around in circles, picking and choosing.

It must be admitted that, perhaps because it's located near the Beijing Film Academy, this video store has a dedicated area with a sign that reads:
"Academy Recommended Films"

Teahouse, The Troubleshooters, The Godfather, Taxi Driver, The Black Cannon Incident...

One book after another.

After selecting seven or eight cars, the shopkeeper collected fifty yuan just for the deposit.

Although An Xin wasn't entirely sure what awards these films had won, he knew "The Godfather" was a very prestigious film. To be placed alongside it, these other films must all be quite good.

Seeing that An Xin looked young, the boss smiled and said:

"Remember, you can't just watch these movies once. After watching them, you have to analyze the film yourself and think about why the director made it that way and why the actors acted that way. You can even go to the library and get the scripts for these movies, and try to understand the characters' feelings by comparing them with the scripts. This is the fastest way to improve your acting skills."

Anxin looked surprised.

If at first he thought the shop owner wanted him to pay later so he could earn a few more dollars… now he genuinely thanked the owner.
"Thank you."

Regardless of how he learned these skills and experience, since he did share them, we should definitely thank him.

Carrying a large bag of recordings, he checked the time and it was already past 7 p.m.

The crowd at the entrance had dispersed, but some rooms inside the Beijing Film Studio were still brightly lit.

It is unknown whether Fan Bingbing is involved.

He didn't think much of it and walked to the public phone booth:
"Hello, the number is 020... Message: I'll reply after this call, I'll pick you up, leave some soup... leave some soup, Mr. An, okay, thank you."

The girl's bicycle is still at his house.

When I got home, the courtyard was already filled with a delicious aroma.

He looked at the soup in the earthenware pot, which had already taken on an amber color, poured himself a cup, and knocked on Grandpa Ye's door.

"Dong dong dong."

The thrushes in the yard chirped sweetly.

Soon, footsteps approached, and Old Ye, who opened the door, chuckled when he saw the enamel mug in An Xin's hand.
"Ha~ How long did you stay up?"

"Hmm...more than an hour?"

"Hey, it's a bit short. Young master, wild ginseng has a lot of resilience. I really want to wait for the full effect to come out; it'll take at least an hour."

"Then should I go back and stay a little longer?"

"Okay. The food will be ready for you two soon... Where's Bingbing?"

"I'm busy now, I haven't finished get off work yet."

"Then when she's done with her work, you two come over together. There's something for you."

The old man wouldn't say what it was, acting all mysterious.

Seeing this, Anxin didn't ask any more questions and poured the soup back into the earthenware pot to continue simmering.

Finally, when it was pitch black, Anxin received a pager message from the girl: "Finished, see you at the door."

So, I felt relieved and rode my bike out again.

Upon arriving at the Beijing Film Studio, I finally saw the girl carrying a bag of things in her hand.

Fan Bing looked exhausted, but upon seeing the familiar motorcycle lights, she quickly waved and a smile appeared on her face.

Ta-da! Guess what's inside!

"what?"

Anxin was somewhat puzzled.

"They're braised chicken drumsticks! Five of them!"

"?"

Seeing his confused expression, Fan Bing said with a grin:
"I just found out that the canteen at the Beijing Film Studio even prepares late-night snacks for the film crew. The canteen staff have all gone off duty, so you can help yourself to the snacks. Hehe... I saw Sister Sha taking a plastic bag and filling it with a few snacks, so I kept an eye out and filled a few too... But I was too embarrassed to take too many. Hehehehe~ And also, look what this is!"

She handed over a few more narrow slips of paper from her pocket.

It reads: "For cafeteria use only - 4 liang - meal ticket".

There are three in total.

"The food in their cafeteria is amazing! They even have braised pork! It was originally meant for the film crew, but the director and the others didn't want it, so I took it all. From now on, if we want a treat, we can just go in! We'll say we're filming there, and then we'll have a big meal! Hehehehehe..."

She looked extremely happy, handed the meal ticket to Anxin, and then patted her pocket again.

"Hmm! Can you guess what's inside?"

"Money, of course."

Anxin had already seen the envelope.

"Hey hey hey!"

She was too busy grinning like an idiot to think about it.

He hopped on the motorcycle while laughing.
"Come on, come on, we ate too much today, let's forget about it. I'll treat you to a meal tomorrow!"

"Ha, you should keep it for yourself."

Anxin said this as he started his motorcycle and headed home.

The girl chattered on and on about the evening's shoot, describing how she was watering and pruning flowers in a studio filled with blooming flowers.

And the room was indeed very bright, with several lights shining on her, and so on.

It's clear that the excitement hasn't completely faded.

So much so that in the end, she simply started singing at the back:

The book says that those who are truly devoted can share the beauty of the moon even from a thousand miles apart...

"Oh, right here next to me, a smiling face appeared..."

The motorcycle returned to Jishuitan to the sound of her singing, and Fan Bing's nose twitched...

"Wow, it smells so good."

"That's right, it's been cooking for over two hours. We need to hurry and take it to Grandpa Ye. He said he made something for us and wants us to go see it."

"Ah."

Anxin poured the concentrated soup into three teacups, one for each person, and took them to find Old Ye.

After opening the door, Old Ye said speechlessly:

"Why is it so late? I'm about to go to sleep."

"She just got off work, Uncle Ye, here you go."

"what."

Old Ye nodded in satisfaction after smelling the aroma from the teacup.
"Come in."

The two then entered the courtyard and then went into the house.

Old Ye's house was clean and tidy, exuding the air of a single old man.

There was no television, but there was a very old phonograph and many vinyl records in paper bags.

Shouldn't it be called a vinyl record?

Anxin looked at those large black discs, wondering to herself.

"Uncle Ye, what kind of records are these?"

Upon hearing Fan Bing's words, the old man casually remarked:
"They're all old plays, sung by older folks."

Can I hear it?

"What are you listening to? Hurry up and give them your things, go back and rest. Aren't you going to study tomorrow?"

The old man rolled his eyes and took out several bamboo strips from the seemingly square bed frame.

It's not quite right to call them bamboo strips; they should be called four bamboo sticks, still covered in green skin.

There are two more... they look like tridents used for spearing fish.

It also resembles a small rake made of bamboo.

"This is?"

Seeing the two children's curious expressions, a mischievous glint appeared on the old man's face.

"Come on, I'll teach you two how to use it."

As he spoke, he pulled out a strip of cloth and made An Xin turn her back to him.

Anxin was a little puzzled, then saw the old man cross the two wooden sticks into a cross shape, put them behind his back, and let him hold them between his elbows.

Suddenly, Anxin straightened her back and couldn't bend it anymore.

But that's not all. An Xin finally knows what the trident is for.

The old man pressed the three points of the trident against Anxin's chin, then used strips of cloth to secure it around his upper body.

"Come on, young master, walk a few steps."

An Xin had a general idea of ​​how to use this thing, but he never expected... when he took his first step down, he felt a sharp, needle-like pain in his chin:
"Sigh~"

"Haha~"

The old man's laughter echoed in the room:
"Two flames on your shoulders, the flames shake their heads without swaying. When your chin no longer hurts when you walk, you two will have truly mastered the art."

"..."

Anxin's lips twitched.

The girl looked eager to try:
"I'll try it, I'll try it."

moment……

"Ouch!! That hurts!"

Watching the girl's "wailing," the old man chuckled and took a sip of his tea.

Ok.

fresh!
repair.

Beautiful~~~
(End of this chapter)